Title: Flowers of Forgetfulness

Summary: It has been a year since the Representative War ended, since Reborn and the Arcobalenos died. Now Tsuna, in the third year of middle school, has accepted his role as Decimo fully. But what are seven supposedly dead people doing in Namimori? Are they truly the Arcobaleno? Or are they simply familiar strangers? An AU starting at the end of the Curse of the Rainbow Arc. I don't own the pic.

Author: The Storyteller of Dreams

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR!

Guide to who looks like (but isn't necessarily is) who:

—Corvino Noel = Reborn (15—Middle school, grade 9)

—Altair Alexander 'Alex' = Colonello (15—Middle school, grade 9)

—Velia Jinx = Mammon/Viper (17—High school, grade 10)

—Ambroise Vaan = Skull (12—Elementary school, grade 6)

—Azul Skye = Uni (11—Elementary school, grade 5)

-Quan Feng = Fon (17—High school, grade 10)

-Micheangelo Leonardo 'Leo' = Verde (12—Elementary school, grade 6)

Please note that even though they look like the Arcobaleno, they may behave differently than them. In fact, the Iris is a whole lot more friendlier than the Arcobaleno.

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Chapter 14: Cinquefoil

Cinquefoil: Maternal affection, beloved daughter

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She was cold.

She was so very, very cold.

Shivering, the small white fox tried to peer through the veil of snow. The thick blizzard made it hard to see anything, including herself, blanketing the mountain in an inescapable cover of pure white snow. The fox licked its lips nervously, golden eyes darting everywhere warily. This blizzard was far from natural.

Mustering what little energy she had left, the demon pushed herself forward, occasionally tipping her head back to peer at the stormy skies for the opening that dropped her into this strange, unfamiliar world. Her ears would always flick back whenever she saw no portals, a sad whine escaping her throat as she found the sky to be as impenetrable as it was since she arrived.

It was true that she had heard that the World's Divide was collapsing, that openings and portals would appear at random in her world, dropping unsuspecting demons and fae onto Earth (or Terra, as she learned from childhood), but the kitsune never expected it would happened to her. She had never wanted to travel farther than the comfortable mountainside village that was her home.

She tried to suppress a sob, why didn't she obey her Mama and Papa? Her family must be worried sick by now. After all, every child was warned to stay indoors once night fell as a precaution to the destabilising inter-world barrier, as decreed by the King of the Heavens, Bahamut. Why did she disobey it just to see some fairy lights? Baka, baka, baka!

More than that, why weren't the Seven Stones' Guardians doing their job!? She had heard that the last known Guardians were dead for a long time; it was written in legends and sung in so many songs, she could recite them all by heart, yet for centuries the barrier remained. So it was natural to assume that a new set of Guardians were picked, it was simple to think that there were seven incredibly powerful demons that no one ever saw keeping the delicate balance between the two worlds.

So why was it that, for at least a year, the World's Divide was collapsing?

Where were the Guardians?

I want to go home…

Her limbs felt weary, numbed from the cold and soreness. She couldn't even lift her tail if she wanted to. Fortunately, her white fur was rather thick, keeping her somewhat warm though she still shivered under the unnatural blizzard.

Who's creating this blizzard? Will he or she help me?

Unlikely, she thought grimly. There was something malevolent in the summoned snow, something akin to the faint spells she and her friend often felt whenever they ventured into the forest surrounding their village and saw a large, abandoned spider web. The blizzard was most definitely a trap, and she was walking around blindly in it.

The only consolation was that the spell wasn't powerful enough to capture a demon or fae. This was strange, before she realised that whoever casted this wasn't hunting lower-ranked demons or elusive fae, but simple humans who was never taught the basic arts for protection.

She couldn't imagine living in a world with no Elements.

Suddenly, she heard a faint noise, causing her ears to prick up attentively. Peering carefully through the snow, the kitsune tried to see the pale figure in the far-off distance. It was hard though. The figure seemed to flicker in the howling wind, and it was only thanks to her sharp eyes did she saw that the flickering thing was actually long black hair. Her ears twitched uncertainly at that. Humans on Terra didn't have high resistance to cold, do they?

She wasn't sure, but she was at least certain enough that Terra humans didn't possess such malevolent aura. The kitsune was far from the figure, but she could sense its terrible power, as demonic as her own but nowhere near as benevolent. With a start she realized that the blizzard came from her, caused by her magic and she was hungry.

That demon was a Yuki-Onna.

Every preservation instinct the small fox had reared its head, and she stumbled backwards so fast, she tripped herself over her own white tail. Thankfully, the Yuki-Onna wasn't paying attention to her, or perhaps never even realized she was there. The Ice Elemental seemed to be preoccupied with an approaching figure, who the fox saw as an unsuspecting Terra human—probably a mountain climber—and enticing her newfound prey to come closer.

As the snow demon beckoned the man to come closer with pale fingers and icy-blue smile, the human stumbled forward limply, as if too far enraptured by the Yuki-Onna's look to realize that frost was slowly covering his clothes and skin. Once the man was within arm's reach, the snow demon ghosted a hand over his cheek, freezing the man solid in a touch.

That was the point where the kitsune turned tail and ran. Ran as far away from the hungry demon and the unnatural blizzard. As far as her little legs could take before she her breaths shortened and her chest heaved as her lungs felt stung by each intake of cold air, until she could only fall face first into the snow, limbs too tired to even move or twitch.

Inari-kami-sama…please…save…me…

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It was so freaking bright.

Velia Jinx grumbled under her breath as she hitched the laundry basket under one arm. She had always preferred her weekends to be a bit cloudy and cool, not hot and far too sunny like today. A slight drizzle would be fine too while she sat on the old couch and read her occult books. Those were her favourite days.

"Jinx-nee!" Alex hollered her brightly, running towards her from where he had played with the kids in the open clearing behind their homes. The blond jogged up to her and beamed. "Do you need a hand?"

She shook her head. "Thanks, Alex, but I can handle this. Why don't you stay and watch the kids?"

"Man, but Feng-nii and Noel are there." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. For some reason, red dusted his cheeks. "An-and anyway, I, well, I have to go, I um-umm…you see…"

It didn't take a genius to understand what his fierce blush and awkward stammer meant. Sighing, Jinx raised a hand to stop his near-incoherent sputtering. "I got it. Go ahead, but tell me…?"

"Ah, er, yes?" He looked at her confusedly.

The illusionist smirked. "Who's the lucky girl?"

Red crept up to Alex's ears. "W-who says there's a girl!? It could be a guy. N-not that there is a guy—or a girl for that matter!"

"Uhuh." Jinx nodded, unconvinced. She stepped past him, giving him a small, encouraging smile over her shoulder. "I won't press, but do tell your brothers and sister soon. They'll be excited as I am, that's for sure."

"Hahaha…yeah, maybe later." The blond chuckled awkwardly. "Right, well, I'm going now then. See you soon!"

"Don't screw up!" She called back as he left. The illusionist chuckled quietly as she watched him ran, a fond smile on her face.

Mood better, Jinx walked to where her siblings were, humming slightly as she watched Skye, Leo and Vaan play while Feng was pestering a reluctant Noel into joining his morning exercises. She chuckled quietly at that. All of them know that Noel would rather spend the day reading than 'forcibly straining his muscles to work so much he couldn't walk for an entire week!' (his words exactly).

Feng sighed as he seemed to surrender for a moment, and Noel oh-so-subtly (note the sarcasm) took his chance to run away and plop himself under a tree with a thick book in hand. The martial artist looked exasperated at that, causing a few laughter from Skye and Leo and a shy giggle from Vaan (so shy, that one. She wondered why). Jinx couldn't help the smile that touched her lips.

Then his dark eyes slid away from them, and locked onto hers.

Her cheeks burst red at for some reason (denial, denial, d-e-n-i-a-l) and she tore her gaze away, almost stomping over to the laundry lines. The illusionist hoped that Feng hadn't caught her smiling at them (at him). She knew he was nothing but perceptive though, and dearly wished he would mistook her blush for the heat or some such reason.

(She pointed ignored the reason why she felt such a thing was needed.)

"Do you need any help?" There were no footsteps to mark the martial artist's approaching, but Jinx had grown used to it. He and Noel carried themselves in similar manners, always so silent and wraith-like, as if they were assassins and spies in their past lives and those traits carried over to this life. Who knows, maybe they were. That would explain the strange not-dreams at any rate.

(But what would that make her? A murderer, a torturer? Twist and turn and slip and slide, purple, violet goes down down down—)

"I'm good, thanks." Jinx replied, willing her blush to fade away. What was it about this man that made her so, so—

"Let me help anyway." Feng said, taking out some clothes to hang on the lines. A smile was on his lips. "There's not much for me to do anyhow. Noel refuses my training once again."

"Can't blame him after the whole dumpling incident." She muttered, snickering at the memory.

"You guys will hold that over me forever won't you?" He groaned.

"Well you did somehow turn a perfectly delicious pastry into a killing machine."

"I didn't!" He cried out, cheeks dusted with faint red. Jinx almost said he was cute. Feng continued, indignant. "Skye can eat it. Vaan too! It's still edible food."

"Tell that to Alex." She shook her head, amused. It was such a long time ago by now, but her younger brother was still traumatised by Feng's dumplings. Not that she could blame him though. If she was anyone else, she would have likely feared those dumplings too.

Fortunately, she was Velia Jinx, and no one else.

(Not-dreams whispered, nightmares haunted, murmured 'Mammon…Viper…')

The illusionist glanced down to see her laundry basket empty. Huh, they must have finished the whole pile while they were talking. It happened often enough. Sometimes, whilst they were talking (or arguing) they would have finished whatever task was at hand without knowing. A quick look at Feng showed that he realised the same thing.

His dark eyes caught hers again, and once again, she forced herself not to blush under that gaze.

"You understand why I have to do it though, right?" Feng asked, or maybe whispered, she couldn't tell which. Everything was so loud and so quiet and what was that drumming sound—

Oh, it was her heart.

She nodded, not breaking eye contact. "Of course I know. I can't blame you for worrying."

"It's just…I'm worried." This time she was sure he was whispering. Somehow, they were getting closer, and while a part of her wished to part, to push him away, another part leaned forward. His dark eyes kept her entranced. "Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if…if that turned out differently? Would Noel be alright? Would he even be alive? He's such a trouble-magnet, and I worry that..."

"I know, and it's not just him." Jinx murmured, and did she just stepped a little closer? She couldn't tell… "Skye, Leo, Alex, and even Vaan—quiet boy that he is—all of them like to get into trouble. Why they can't just sit still, I don't know. There's always something they just have to reckless go head-first to. And-and that's all well and good but what if…"

They were so close now, breaths almost mixing. In, out, in and out. Was the breath she took his?

"I want us to be happy." Feng murmured. This close, she could almost count the number of his lashes. "I want us to be safe."

There was something in his eyes, something that almost said: I want you to be—

"Jinx-nee! Feng-nii!" The sudden call caused them to jump, making them realise how close they were. Both of them jumped away, heads turned away, cheeks dark red. Jinx couldn't help but thought, Wh-what!? Why did I—what just—I—

"What is it, Skye?" She turned to see Feng speaking to the young tattooed girl, though she noted that his smile was somewhat fixed.

"We need your help!" Skye cried out, panting slightly. She pushed herself up, however, and quickly grabbed their arms. "It's this way!"

Jinx glanced at the equally bewildered Feng, the dark-haired man shrugging: I don't know either. Seems like there was no choice but to see where this would lead then.

Skye walked swiftly—more like jogged, if Jinx had any say on it. This strange urgency alarmed her, and she inwardly sighed. Just when she and Feng were talking about how troublesome their younger siblings were, they just had to prove them right.

The two followed the little girl into the woods beyond their homes. To be more accurate though, it was more like she dragged them and the other two had no choice but to follow. Jinx surreptitiously sneaked a glance at her surroundings. So far it didn't seem too terrible. They were still well within the boundary the two eldest had imposed on their younger siblings in the hopes of keeping them out of trouble.

Well, that didn't work very well.

As they continued to walk, Jinx grew more worried. The sunlight-pierced woods were slowly thickening into a dense forest they had warned their brothers and sister not to enter. Sure, they weren't past the limits yet, but it was toeing it awfully close nonetheless.

Skye abruptly came to a stop though, right at the bank of the river that they used to mark the limits.

"Here, here." Skye pushed them forward urgently, exclaiming to the others that were kneeling on the riverside. "Noel-nii! Vaan-nii! Leo-nii! I got them!"

"Good job, Skye." Noel said with a nod towards her. He waved Jinx and Feng over, and tapped Vaan's shoulder to shift out of the way so that they could step forward.

"What is it, Noel?" Feng asked.

"It looks like a fox," The fedora-wearing teen answered, pointing towards the white fox that laid on the sandy banks. Its eyes were closed, and it seemed to be panting heavily. Perhaps it's unconscious, Jinx thought. Noel said, "and yet, there's something odd about it. Look at its fur, for one. It's covered in frost! You don't get frost in the summer."

"You can find ice in high enough altitudes," Leo piped up as he pushed his glasses up. There was an interested light in his green eyes, "but it should have melted when you're going down. By the time you reach roughly sea level, the ice should have long melted. But it's still there, why?"

"More than that," Continued Noel, "it's a white fox. Those type of foxes only lives in the artic, nowhere near as temperate as Japan unless they're in some sort of zoo. What's it doing displaced here?"

"And how?" Leo wondered aloud.

Vaan said nothing to add to their commentaries. Instead, he stared at the fox for a long time, before slowly reaching out to brush its fur. The fox let out a small whimper, but then leaned into his gentle touch. The violet-haired teen's lips quirked up into a smile even as confusion settled on his brows.

"There's something…different, about it." Vaan said, moving to shift the fox onto his lap. Noel reached out to help him lift the fox. Vaan smiled gratefully at his older brother.

"What do you mean, Vaan?" Feng asked.

He shrugged, absentmindedly stroking the fox. "I don't know. There's just something weird about this fox. Like, either too natural or unnatural. I don't know how to describe it."

"Let me see." Jinx said. She knelt down and held her arms open, carefully receiving the white fox. As she cradled it in her arms, she saw Skye peeking over her shoulder to look down at the animal worriedly.

The illusionist frowned as she stroked its fur, and tentatively extended her power. The others watched her curiously, but she knew that none of them could saw the thin film of indigo energy slowly arising from her skin to cover the fox. She had asked them before if they could see the energy that made up her illusions, but unless she solidified it into indigo flames, none of them could see anything but the results.

That interested Leo and Noel, and to an extent Vaan and Skye (because Noel thought of something, the purple-haired boy and blue-eyed girl would usually follow). They had tried to create several theories and devices to help understand why she could do it, but so far, their research came up empty. The most Leo and Noel could do was make a device to measure her power level and solidify her illusions temporarily. Perhaps, she often thought, that was a unique power only to her.

Now though, she wasn't weaving her illusions, but instead used her power to sense what Vaan had felt. To create illusions, one must trick the mind, and if one could trick the mind, then it was possible to, somehow, figure out who another was through her power. She sometimes did so whenever she made deals, to check if the other person was trustworthy.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt something unfamiliar. Vaan was right. In a sense, the fox did feel as natural as the dirt under their feet and the trees around them, but in another, it also felt alien. As if the fox didn't came from this world.

"How strange…" She murmured aloud.

"Jinx-nee?" Vaan queried. The illusionist saw that her younger brother wasn't the only one interested.

"You're right, Vaan." Jinx said, looking down at the fox in her arms in confusion. "There is something strange with this fox. It's as if it came from another world."

"Another world?" Leo asked, looking curious. "Is that even possible?"

She shrugged. "Who knows? There are books about summoning beings—demons—from other realms in my occult books, but I never thought it was possible."

"Is it possible for you to accidentally summon it here?" Feng wondered.

"Just because I read occult doesn't mean I actually do it. You know as well as I do that I never did any of that witch and sorcery stuff. Just because I like it doesn't mean I believe it, Feng."

"Alright, I believe you." He said, raising his hands in a placating manner. She huffed in annoyance. The martial artist chuckled at her reaction before sobering up. "Anyway, what shall we do with it? Perhaps it's not a regular fox like you say, but does that mean we should leave it?"

"I don't think so." Skye said, drawing attention to her. She looked at the white fox. "Maybe it's a demon, but I think it'll be bad if we just leave it here. It looks like it's in trouble."

"But don't demons kill humans?" Vaan looked worried.

"Only some of them, like Oni and Yuki-Onna. But kitsunes are said to be fairly nice, if you're kind to them." Noel assured him, before smirking. "Of course, that's only the Japanese myths. Chinese and Korean myths says that they're man-eating seductress who kidnaps little children and—"

"Lalalala! I'm not listening!" The purple-haired boy exclaimed, clapping his hands over his ears and shutting his eyes. Noel laughed and mussed his hair, laughing louder when Vaan tried to slap his hand away while closing his eyes. "Noel-nii, stop it! LALALA! I'm not listening to you—stop messing with my hair! Onee-chaaaan! Onii-chaaan!"

Feng smiled. "Noel, stop bothering your brother. Vaan, don't worry, Noel has stopped now."

Warily, Vaan lowered his arms and looked at his smirking older brother. Noel looked smug, a wide grin on his face. Vaan stuck his tongue out, crossing his arms and looking away with a 'hmph!'

If anything, that only served to amuse the fedora-wearing teen further.

"A real demon…" Leo mused, his green eyes gleaming behind his glasses. He rubbed his hands together, and his smile would look disturbing to anyone who wasn't his family. "Oh, all the research we can do. All the possibilities and opportunities and—"

In the background, Noel continued to heckled Vaan.

Skye coughed. "Just don't do anything too extreme, Leo-nii."

Vaan spun and glared at his older brother, who smirked in reply, and tackled him.

"I won't, I won't." The green-haired boy said, mind too preoccupied with ideas and inventions to put any real sincerity behind his words. Jinx would have sighed if she wasn't used to this. Seemed like they have to keep an eye on him for the next few days.

Noel rocked slightly against Vaan's tackle, but remained standing. That was fine for Vaan, as his original goal seemed to be tickling the older boy.

"Then it's decided." Feng said. "We're keeping the fox."

The fedora-wearing teen laughed, and Vaan looked pleased to see his plan working, before he cried out as Noel grinned and threw him into the river.

Jinx sighed, ignoring the commotion. "That's going to take out some of our budget. We're already poor enough as it is too…"

Vaan emerged from the river sputtering and glaring at the laughing Noel. Without warning, he lunged and grabbed his older brother's foot, dragging him into the river too.

"It'll be fine, Jinx-nee!" Skye cheered, her lips grinning as she saw Noel sputtering and throwing water at the other boy. "We can do it. Besides, I think it's the right thing to do. Look at that poor thing!"

"Well, if this demon tries to kill us, I know who to blame." Jinx grumbled without much heat in her words. Skye beamed at her, and the illusionist couldn't help but to sigh again. "Oh well, I guess we're keeping it."

"Thanks, Jinx-nee!"

"Yeah, yeah." She shrugged, turning away to head back to their home. The illusionist called out over her shoulder. "Noel! Vaan! Stop messing around! We're heading back, and you two better not get the house dirty with all your wet clothes."

The two boys stopped in their water fight to look at Jinx. "Yes, Jinx-nee!" They exclaimed, before going right back into their water fight.

Skye giggled and joined, splashing water everywhere as she jumped into the river. Leo yelped as the water hit him, and mock-glared at the younger girl who only grinned teasingly. Huffing, the child genius set aside his glasses on the rock, before jumping in and splashing her too.

Jinx rolled her eyes at their antics. Feng only laughed.

The day was (annoyingly) bright and her (troublesome) younger siblings were getting themselves wet and most likely sick, and they now have to take care of a (possible) demon to boot.

Jinx smiled as she turned back to settle on a rock and watch them play. Feng, too, joined her and sat next to her, smiling as they watched Skye, Vaan and Leo pushed Noel into the river.

All was right in the world.

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To be honest, Tsuna wasn't really looking forward to meeting with Xanxus.

Don't get him wrong, he wasn't afraid of Xanxus. He has long since figured out the assassin' understood what he coveted and what drove him. As long as he didn't appear unworthy of his birthright or made Vongola looked weak, then he and Xanxus would get along just fine.

No, the brunet wasn't worried about him. He was worried about the others.

Let's just say that the Varia weren't known for their common sense. Tsuna needed to be there to make sure Xanxus would behave and not cause a fuss.

He has enough headaches as it was without adding bills to the equation.

Patiently, he waited for the black car that would pick him up to come. At first, Tsuna had protested that he didn't need a ride, he perfectly knew where to go as Chrome worked there and he would often visit her. Then the Vongola Nono pointed out that the ride wasn't exactly for him, but Xanxus, who Tsuna had asked to come anyway, and who knew what the assassin would do if left to his own devices. Besides, it wouldn't look good for the future boss of the Family to not meet the head of the Varia.

Sometimes, he wished his grandfather-figure wasn't so persuasive.

A few minutes passed and the sun was at its highest point in the sky. Tsuna leaned against the wall and continued waiting. Soon enough, the car arrived, all sleek and dark and polished to a standard only a high-ranking Vongola member deserved.

At least it didn't draw too much attention. Tsuna didn't want more rumours to spread.

A driver stepped out of the car and held the door open for him. Tsuna thanked him, and saw the other man nod, and stepped into the car. Once he was fully inside, the driver closed the door.

As the door slid shut, Tsuna looked to his side and found Xanxus, eyes closed and slouching against the leather seat. This didn't mean that the Varia leader was asleep, far from it actually. He knew that the other noticed everything; the shift of fabrics as the driver returned to his seat, the sound of the door gently closing, and the car moving once more.

Tsuna watched him continue to more or less ignore the world, before shifting to look out of the dark-tinted window.

"Trash." Xanxus groused awake. To anyone else, it would seem as if he was glaring at him.

Tsuna was not anyone else.

"Hello, Xanxus." Tsuna greeted.

"So it's true." The assassin stated more than asked. "You found Mammon."

He shook his head. "I don't know whether she's Mammon or not, but she looks a lot like her."

Xanxus grunted. "You should've made sure before calling me."

"Actually, this is exactly why I brought you here. I need you to confirm whether or not she is Mammon."

"You don't trust your informant?"

"I trust my Mist Guardian explicitly. You know that, Xanxus."

"Which one?" He sneered.

Tsuna smiled. "I only have one Mist Guardian."

The Varia leader looked at him then, scrutinised him as if he was under a microscope. Tsuna stamped down the instinctive urge to back away and kept his smile. After a time, Xanxus gave a 'tch' and looked away. Inwardly, Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happens if she isn't Mammon?"

"Then we leave her alone." Tsuna answered firmly. "We will not drag innocents into the mafia."

"Because we've already done enough of that, huh?" The other sneered.

"Xanxus," Tsuna frowned. "No more. My Guardians may have chosen this path, but I won't let anyone else follow if I can help it."

The memory of the future Noel echoed in his mind though: "I supposed it was inevitable that we would get dragged into it anyway."

Xanxus, without knowing it, echoed that sentiment. "Heh, that would be impossible. Don't know why, shrimp, but for some reason people like you." He snorted. "They'll put their lives on the line for you, and follow you to heaven and hell. Just by knowing you, you're already dragging them into the underworld."

Tsuna gave no response to that.

"Tch." Xanxus turned away from him, closing his eyes to fall asleep. "And here I thought you've grown a little."

"What's that?"

"Nothing, trash." And with that, the other Vongola member lumbered off into sleep.

The brunet could only sigh at Xanxus' behaviour, though his words did have merits. Just by knowing him, people were dragged into the mafia. He supposed he should thank his luck that Kyoko, Haru and Hana weren't involved however. That was a good thing, he knew.

But, the mafia wasn't all terrible. Tsuna looked at him, a soft smile on his lips. He didn't catch what Xanxus had said, but he knew from his posture (honestly, an assassin turning his back to someone? Let alone sleeping right in front of another like that?) that it didn't matter. Xanxus approved of him, however grudgingly, and trusted him enough not to only take care of the Vongola, but also himself.

His smile faded though when he remembered his duties. Tsuna sighed quietly and turned to looked out the shaded window. Outside, the street looked peaceful as they passed them by. As if there were no gruesome murders or sneaky mafia Families willing to threaten that peace. If only that illusion was true.

Mystery murders, possible assaults, the Iris.

Tsuna leaned his head against the cool glass, and wished his life was as simple as those outside.

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I'M ALIIIIIVEEEEEEE!

Right, first thing first, I'm sorry I haven't updated for a long time now. Hahaha…I don't really have any excuse but well, Life, ya know. Busy, busy, busy.

Sooo, anyway, demons appear and we see Jinx and Xanxus! What's going to happen next? Shishishi...I have no other comments than that. ^ _ ^ I hope you guys like it anyway.

Fun Facts:

—Some legends say the Yuki-onna, being associated with winter and snowstorms, is the spirit of someone who perished in the snow. She is at the same time beautiful and serene, yet ruthless in killing unsuspecting mortals. Until the 18th century, she was almost uniformly portrayed as evil. Today, however, stories often color her as more human, emphasizing her ghost-like nature and ephemeral beauty. She appears as a tall woman with long black hair and blue lips wearing a white kimono.

— Kitsune are believed to possess superior intelligence, long life, and magical powers. They are a type of yōkai, or spiritual entity, and the word kitsune is often translated as fox spirit. However, this does not mean that kitsune are ghosts, nor that they are fundamentally different from regular foxes. Because the word spirit is used to reflect a state of knowledge or enlightenment, all long-lived foxes gain supernatural abilities.

There are two common classifications of kitsune. The zenko are benevolent, celestial foxes associated with the god Inari; they are sometimes simply called Inari foxes. On the other hand, the yako tend to be mischievous or even malicious.

Inari's kitsune are white, a color of good omen. They possess the power to ward off evil, and they sometimes serve as guardian spirits.

Kumiho and Huli jing are the Korean and Chinese version of kitsunes, but they are said to be more malevolent than the Japanese versions. There are, though, some stories where they are kind, but most features them as malevolent.

See you guys later! Hope I won't update slowly again! ^ _ ^

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